Back at Takashiro Hiroko's dorm, as soon as the door closed, Kanjuro pinned her against the wall.
Under the dim light, he gazed into her dazed eyes, his fingertips stroking her slightly warm cheek.
"Tonight, we don't need any protection..." His low voice rose as he smirked. Takashiro was already aroused. "Master, I'll do whatever you want!"
"I want you to belong to me completely."
"But don't I already belong to you completely?" Takashiro said seductively.
Takashiro Hiroko trembled in his arms, her breathing already erratic.
She tilted her head back, letting herself sink into this dangerous intimacy.
She could feel Kanjuro's possession was deeper than ever before, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
"Bear me a child," Kanjuro repeated the words in her ear like the sweetest curse.
"If it's a boy..." He kissed the side of her neck, his voice carrying a terrifying calmness and morbid madness.
"We'll abort it."
Takashiro Hiroko looked at him dazed. In his bottomless eyes, she saw a soul that completely followed the law of the jungle.
Such a twisted thought would make an ordinary person shiver, yet it only made her sink deeper.
"What if it's a daughter?" she asked softly, her voice breaking with emotion.
"Then we'll have her," Kanjuro smiled faintly. "My bloodline should be a daughter. After all, compared to a boy, a daughter is always more beneficial to me, isn't she?"
"What benefit?" Takashiro didn't understand Kanjuro's thoughts.
Kanjuro smiled without speaking. "That's a secret that cannot be told~"
Takashiro thought about it for a moment and felt a chill, suddenly realizing what he meant.
This plan should have terrified her, but Takashiro Hiroko found her heart beating even faster.
She hugged Kanjuro tightly, as if grabbing onto a life-saving straw and refusing to let go.
In front of this man, all moral bottom lines collapsed, leaving only the most primitive submission.
"Okay..." she promised with blurred breath, her eyes sparkling with morbid obsession. "I'll do whatever you say."
Kanjuro looked at the completely fallen woman beneath him with satisfaction.
One must never be soft-hearted toward women.
The more indecisive a person is, the easier they are to get hurt.
This was his creed.
All women are like this; they should be trampled and conquered ruthlessly.
Talk about feelings?
That's a game only children play; he, Kanjuro, has no need for it.
At least, he didn't need to have true feelings for any woman.
Late at night, Takashiro Hiroko rested in Kanjuro's arms, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles.
She knew she had stepped onto a path of no return, yet she felt a strange, unprecedented satisfaction.
"Master..." she called out softly, her voice carrying post-coital laziness and attachment.
Kanjuro stroked her long hair, but his eyes were terrifyingly calm.
Takashiro Hiroko's body seemed to have magical attributes.
If she were to give birth to a daughter, what kind of existence would it be?
Kanjuro was suddenly a bit excited.
The next morning, it was a beautiful day.
Kanjuro was sitting leisurely in the classroom when he keenly sensed a hostile gaze from not far away—it was Yukinoshita Yukino.
Her cold eyes were filled with hatred; she was likely still brooding over yesterday's forced kiss.
"Master," Takashiro Hiroko beside him suddenly lowered her voice, "I saw a police car at the school gate this morning. Could it be coming for you?"
Kanjuro just smiled faintly upon hearing this and did not answer.
Sure enough, a moment later, a young police officer pushed the door open and entered.
He had a cold expression, and his features were somewhat similar to Yukinoshita Yukino's. He walked straight up to Kanjuro.
"You're Kanjuro, right?" the other party's voice was icy. While taking out his ID from his pocket, his other hand had already gripped a pair of handcuffs.
"You are under arrest on suspicion of sexual harassment."
Kanjuro's expression remained unchanged. "If there's something, feel free to speak plainly."
At this time, Yukinoshita Yukino also stepped forward, her tone stern: "Brother, there's no need to waste words with him. This man is full of tricks."
Takashiro Hiroko suddenly remembered something and hurriedly whispered in Kanjuro's ear: "I remember now. He is Yukinoshita Kiyomasa, an elite officer from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. He's known for being upright and incorruptible, but his personality is a bit old-fashioned."
"I'm arresting you for sexual harassment now!" Yukinoshita Kiyomasa said sternly. "You have no right to refuse!"
Kanjuro shrugged dismissively, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over Yukinoshita Yukino.
It seemed that if he didn't teach this woman a lesson, she would never know who she was provoking.
He hated police the most in his life; he hadn't expected Yukinoshita Yukino to actually dare call officers to deal with him.
"OK, let's go." Kanjuro stood up calmly, showing no intention of resisting.
"Kanjuro!" Takashiro Hiroko called out worriedly.
Reika Kitami also hurried forward. "It must be a misunderstanding! Kanjuro-kun would never harass anyone..."
"Get out of the way!" Yukinoshita Kiyomasa barked. "Obstruct justice any further, and I'll take you both in too!"
Kanjuro chuckled and waved the two women off. "Don't get involved, you two."
With that, he cooperatively followed Yukinoshita Kiyomasa outside.
Though Takashiro and Kitami were anxious, they didn't dare block them again, fearing they would upset Kanjuro.
As he passed Yukinoshita Yukino, the corners of her lips curled into a smug arc. "Kanjuro, this is only the beginning. I'll make you realize the consequences of offending me."
"I'll return those words to you in kind," Kanjuro replied with a devilish smile.
That calm and composed attitude made Seiga feel uneasy. What was with this man? How could he be so arrogant when he had no power or influence?
Walking out of the teaching building, Kanjuro suddenly stopped. "Wait, I'm making a call."
"Call whoever you want." Yukinoshita Kiyomasa stood with his arms crossed disdainfully. "The Yukinoshita Family's connections in the Chiba Prefecture police force are beyond your imagination."
When the call connected, a charming female voice came from the other end: "Hello, Master Kanjuro!!
Calling me so early in the morning, do you miss me!!
Actually, I miss you a lot too."
The woman on the phone, Morimoto Reina, was currently bathing. Her hands were moving restlessly as she fantasized about Kanjuro, just from hearing his voice.
She couldn't help but want to do something, though her hands were already busy.
After Kanjuro briefly explained the situation, she immediately responded, her tone incredibly cold: "I'll be there right away."
Yukinoshita Kiyomasa sneered and checked his watch. "I'll give you this chance. I want to see who in Chiba Prefecture can protect you from me!"
Fifteen minutes later, a luxury sedan sped over.
The door opened, and a stunning woman in a long purple dress appeared gracefully.
Her wine-red hair was tied in a high ponytail, and purple stockings outlined the seductive curves of her long legs. Her graceful figure was exceptionally eye-catching in the morning light.
She walked over with steady steps, every stride exuding a suffocating aura.